This comic seems appropriate for yesterday...to a point. Yesterday I had an orienteering race at Merlin's tomb. You all know Merlin, the wizard in King Arthur. I should have known better. An enchanted forest, what was I thinking? I'm sure my map had a spell cast upon it. I'd look down, and I'm sure Merlin had moved the control placement on my map...why else would I be heading the wrong direction? It's the only logical explanation. I did manage to escape the forest, which apparently made Merlin mad, since he cursed me with a reoccurrence of the gout attack I had on Friday. Probably due to dehydration and concentrating the uric acid in my blood. By the time I got home, the attack was in full swing.Note to self: DON'T DO THAT AGAIN!!!
...and the meds did nothing to alleviate the pain this time. I fitfully tried to fall asleep, and sometime during the night (well after midnight) the pain subsided and I was able to get a few hours sleep.
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